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Captain Lime
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Okay, since I've finished writing the last part of the Legend of Drokar and want to get on with my life , I've decided as the Benevolent Dictator I am to turn the weekly release schedule into a BI-WEEKLY release schedule.

That means you also get chapters on THURSDAYS, as well as Saturdays.

So, uhh. Yeah. Look forward to the next chapter tomorrow.
^ "Some of those words were
STUPID.
" - Mod Raven

14-Aug-2014 03:02:50

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Chapter 3: A House Divided

In the following days, the Five Greater chieftains of the Fremennik Province met in Axgaard to discuss how to deal with a monstrous threat. Drokar, who now resided with his mother in the High Thane’s chamber of the Longhall of Axgaard, for no new High Thane was chosen, watched the chiefs discuss. And discuss they did, or rather, bicker.

For Fremenniks who pride themselves on their honor and strength, Drokar had not seen any more cowardly. They would shout and they would yell and they would degrade into other irrelevant conflicts between themselves. One, a brown-haired Chief with skin as dark as his beard, who had recently risen to power, would insult the others for their foolishness. They had no proof that these beasts existed, he said, besides a now charred body, no doubt of a ignorant Fremennik Thane who had the misfortune of awakening a dragon and suffering the consequences of such an action. Drokar particularly disliked this one for speaking as if his father was a mere weakling.

Others, the elder two, one White-haired Harald and another Gold-locked one, possibly from a more western heritage, moaned that the end was nigh, and that Ragnorak was upon them. They wept of hiring Elven Mercenaries from the south, or abandoning the Fremennik province altogether. The Golden-haired one spoke of sailing off on his longboats, again, another sign of his western origin, the men of the West were renowned for their sailing prowess and the speed of their boats, in search for help from any kinsmen they could find. Drokar noted that if they were sailing west, they were sailing in the wrong direction and thus essentially abandoning the clan. Harald, on the other hand, could barely have kept the tears from flowing from his eyes even if he tried, and try he did not. Drokar could not tell if he wept for the death of Jorvold, the death of honor before him, or the death of him that lay before. Harald had become quite lily-livered in his old age. ^ "Some of those words were
STUPID.
" - Mod Raven

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Two other chiefs, a pair of red-haired, sheep-minded, vast-bellied twins who shared their rule, were driven mad. One with Fear, the other with Anger. They loudly barked and roared and fanned the flames of sorrow and grief and insult before them. Drokar noted that their guts seemed to rumble just as passionately as their faces expressions showed.

One chieftain, in particular, who Drokar took particular notice of, had a tooth that had rotted to the point of being blue. His name was Kovack, or thereabouts. This one was much different from all others. He boasted and bragged and loudly proclaimed that he himself and no one else would go to the lair of the beast, wherever it may be, and proudly rip the head of it off with his bare hands, and bathe in the blood! And then, when he would return, no doubt victorious, in his mind, but indubitably on a pyreship in Drokar’s, there would be a feast for a weak for the Fremennik Chief who had slain the terror.

Drokar thought. These chiefs bicker and they whine and they quarrel. They make us like mutton for the Dagger-mouth. The only way the Fremennik can triumph over such a menace is through unity, bravery, and honor!

And then, little Drokar, nineteen years of age, strutted out into the chamber. He roared at the chieftains. He berated them, and told them that they would perish, their people would perish, and their legacy would perish under Dagganoth claws if they did not unite. He continued until he was blue in the face. He even proclaimed that he should lead the Fremennik Drokar Jorvosson, the young hot-headed Fremennik spoke as if he were a man. But the Chiefs burst into thunderous laughter, for he was a mere boy, barely come of age mere months ago. After all, what did boys know of strategy? What did boys know of monsters? What did boys know of the Fremennik? ^ "Some of those words were
STUPID.
" - Mod Raven

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Drokar’s face grew red, and he was preparing to shout again, but the Blue-toothed Kovack broke into a grin. Time to have some fun with the boy, he thought. So he spoke. If this boy, young and beardless, is so sure that he should lead, then why not let him prove it? Five challenges were to be laid down by the Chiefs for the Boy to complete. Each Tribe-leader would be allowed to lay down a challenge, and if Drokar succeeded in doing them, then the Tribe-leader would hand over their rule to him.

At first, the other chiefs began to laugh, but then they thought. It could be fun, they figured, to have this boy attempt these challenges, no doubt impossible to add to both the humour and guarantee their continued rule. Perhaps they would partake? If nothing else, it would give them time to reach a decision. So they bobbed their heads in Affirmation, and laid down their gauntlets.

The Brown Chief asked for Drokar to hunt a Silver Unicorn and return with its head. Little did Drokar know, Silver Unicorns had died out many an age ago, and no longer existed.

The Gold Lord asked for Drokar to conquer the mountain of Trollweiss. He knew that the least violent thing that could be expected in the White-hills of the mountain would be trolls, and knew that more dangerous creatures in the icy plateau would ensure that Drokar would not return.

Kovack, leader of the Southmost tribe, the Proud and Mighty Yuvars, notorious for warring with their bare hands and decorating themselves with warpaint of fallen enemies on the Battlefield, decided on his challenge. Drokar was to gain approval from the Elven King. But what Drokar did*’t know was that Kovack Bluefang had already managed to offend the Southerly Emperor, with barbarianism and bad-manners. The Arrogant Elven King, Baxtorian, was unable to tell the difference, or unable to care about said difference, between the Fremennik Tribes. ^ "Some of those words were
STUPID.
" - Mod Raven

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He saw the entire Frozen Territory as being overrun with no-good barbarous, lawless men, and sought to ignore their presence whenever possible. Good luck with that, Kovack quietly thought.

The Red Chieftains asked as one. Both were notoriously greedy souls, and asked to be given a Dwarven Treasure. But Drokar had never seen a dwarf, nor had anyone he knew. In fact none had been seen for thousands of years. But still, if Drokar returned and they were gifted a Dwarven treasure, they would not need Leadership over a Fremennik Tribe anyways. They could retire to some village in the farm south or far east and buy all the mead and roast that they could cram in their vast bellies, line their wallets ten times over and wear lavish clothes every day until they died, and have as many women as they could ever desire (or, if the rumors were correct of their lust, as physically possible!)

And finally, Harald the White asked for Drokar to found a Settlemen on Acheron. Truly an impossible task, no doubt, for the frequent blizzards and vicious wildlife would wipe out whatever settlement Drokar tried to found, as they had to countless other attempts to found one. Better yet, nobody would follow Drokar to a Frozen Grave, even if Drokar dared to go himself.

Young Drokar accepted all of these challenges, and marched back into his room. He picked out a sword, a nondescript iron shortsword and a Fremennik roundshield. He donned his yakhide armor, a gift a few weeks hence by the formerly honored Harald Mammothbane, and a small leather helmet that would protect his head from the bite of winter and wolf alike. And onwards he marched, glittering sword drawn in hand, at the attention of the entire village of Axgaard, out of the gates of his hometown and into the untamed wild. Only prayers for assurity of mind, arm, and health followed as he began his quest.

And thus, our Legend Continues…

Tune in for the next chapter: The Hunt Is On!
^ "Some of those words were
STUPID.
" - Mod Raven

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You guys are all still there, right?


Chapter 4: The Hunt is On.

Many days had now past since Drokar left his home, and he had never felt more alone. His quest to rule the Fremennik had started to seem like the Fool’s errand it was. He had never seen a Silver Unicorn, and he hadn’t even asked anyone where to find one! Although, he suspected, that nobody he knew would know where one was either.

One night, he made camp. After building a roaring fire in the woods, and having successfully hunted two skinny rabbits and a squirrel, Drokar made a quite miserable meal. It’d been the sixth miserable meal since the journey’s start. Drokar, desperate for a sign, looks up into the sky, and sees nothing but a few spots of stars and dark, brown moon dominating the night. Perfect, he thought.

But then, the sweet tones of song flew into his ear. Not the deep, guttural voice and the strumming of the lyre of the Bard in the Longhall on the night of his Father’s demise, but rather a type of music that he had never heard before. A nice, light, natural tone. Almost an instrument, almost a voice. Something that made Drokar half want to sleep. But the other half of Drokar wanted to come closer, and that’* exactly what he did. Entranced by the music, and path lit only by the stars and the moon in the sky, Drokar forgot his sword and shield back at his camp, and followed his ears to the source of the music. Then, he saw her.

An Elven Maiden. Her hair and skin were pale, and her eyes seemed to have been made of little emeralds. A face so perfect that the word “pretty” was put to shame, in Drokar’s mind. Her clothes were simple. Green, like her eyes, but still somewhat ornate. But Drokar had only heard stories of Elves before this time, and most were of their arrogance. Never had it occurred to him how beautiful one could be. And the song that came from her voice and her harp, although in Elven tongue and therefore unknown to Drokar, was enchanting. ^ "Some of those words were
STUPID.
" - Mod Raven

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It almost seemed to illuminate the area itself. Already, Drokar’s night had become much better.

But then the music stopped, and Drokar realized that he’d made his presence known. The Elf-lady stared at him, quizzically. Embarrassed, Drokar introduced himself, in a proper Fremennik way. “Hello, I am Drokar, son of Jorvold, thane of Axgaarde of the Axlings, mightiest of the Fremennik people!” he said out loud. Immediately, he felt ill of it. How could this elf know what tribes were what and what was formal boasting and what was arrogance? Had this man no manners, she would ask? But no, the Elf-lady broke into a smile, and spoke to Drokar.

“I am Itarille.” Said the Elf, quietly. The name rolled off like a song. *What brings you to these peaceful woods? Or are you like I, and here for the little creatures and plants.”

Drokar, remembering both his humility and his quest, said, “Forgive my manners, I’ve never met an Elf, before.”

“I’ve been warned that the Fremennik are quite a proud people by my father,” said Itarille, “But this is my first encounter with one such as you. But you haven’t answered my question.”

“I am here to search for a Silver Unicorn.” Said Drokar “Although, I feel as though I have found someone better.”

To this, the Elfling blushed. Charm and flattery were not something that her father had warned her of. To tell the truth, this Axling Fremennik was not at all like the Fremennik her Father described. His face was beardless, his eyes were kind, and while a little blunt, he seemed much more polite than the outlaw people she had been told of.

“The Silver Unicorns have nearly died out. But, if you want to appreciate their beauty, then you’re in luck. I have admired one already during the day. If you would like, I could take you to where I last saw her.” Said the Elf, now smiling. To this, Drokar agreed, and they ventured through the woods at once. ^ "Some of those words were
STUPID.
" - Mod Raven

16-Aug-2014 20:34:28

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They traveled for a long while, but at last they came to the clearing, and found the Silver Unicorn was still there. Her mane shimmered like crystal, and the spire protruding from her head seemed to flow with magic. Her pelt glittered like fine silver chainmail. Truly a majestic creature, indeed. It was a shame that she would have to be slain.

Itarille could’ve seen Drokar’s intentions as they went through his head. *What? No, you can*t kill it! This could be the last of its kind!” she exclaimed, shocked. Perhaps these Fremennik were as barbarous as she was told. Drokar stammered, struggling to explain himself, but Itarille jumped at the Silver Unicorn, which ran off through the woods. Itarille herself vanished into the woods as well, disgusted with Fremennik “Ideals.”

Drokar returned to his miserable encampment, well, miserably. He picked up his sword and his shield and decided to continue through the night. Aimlessly wandering, he finally happened across another stroke of dumb luck! A Silver Unicorn Stallion, as opposed to the mare the Elf had shown him. Drokar charged in, ready to complete the first challenge. The Stallion did*’t know what hit him. With a simple bash of the shield, he was knocked clean over on his side. With another, he was knocked unconscious. Now for the killing blow and…

And nothing. Drokar had raised the sword high above the poor beast’s neck when he began to think. Could he really kill such an animal? Not the last of its kind, no, but possibly one of the last two. He could be the saving grace for the Silver Unicorns. The Moon hung overbearingly overhead, and his sword seemed to turn brown. Itarille had been so ashamed in him when he had even thought to kill a creature like this. Now he was starting to feel ashamed in himself for the mere notion. And then he recalled back further to the song of the Bard. The Green Giant was a Shepherd who loved nature. ^ "Some of those words were
STUPID.
" - Mod Raven

16-Aug-2014 20:35:35

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Then, he had become the Thane, the protector of the land, not the conqueror of it. Slowly, Drokar lowered his sword. Then, much to his surprise, Itarille came through the wood with the silver mare!

After she had chased the Silver Mare off, she realized her folly. She had to go back and ensure that Drokar wouldn’t hunt down the Mare again and kill it. Then, she would ride home with it, where it would get the protection it deserved. But while she rode, she couldn’t believe that this Fremennik, who seemed to defy everything her father had told her of Fremennik, would kill such a thing. So, she watched as Drokar continued his hunt, and found that Drokar would defy what she was told yet again.

And so, Drokar and Itarille brought both of the Silver Unicorns back to Axgaard. At the gates, Itarille left, stating that she would return to her home to the far south, but assured that she and Drokar would someday meet again. With both Unicorns, Drokar returned to the settlement by the time the Brown moon had set and the sun had risen, and confronted the Brown chief.

“You were meant to kill the beast, not bring them back! As a matter of fact, you weren’t meant to find any at all!” Said the Fool. But Drokar said otherwise. He said that these beasts were now to be protected and allowed to regrow the Silver Unicorn. Then he said that since he managed to capture them, he had honorably completed the challenge. To this, the Brown chief spat, and rode out of the Town in indignation. Drokar, happy he completed the first challenge, told the nearby shepherds to ensure that the Silver Unicorns would regrow their numbers. And so, the Silver Unicorns were allowed to repopulate, and now they thrive throughout Gielinor today.

And thus, our Legend Continues…

Tune in for the next chapter: The Battle of the Skull Mages !
^ "Some of those words were
STUPID.
" - Mod Raven

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